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To the Moon
Moon you are sand.
Moon you are the sweet sultry night breeze that cools skin,
Dances with the crinoline curtains on my roof,
Where I sit and think,
Sending sweet-flavored spirals in the air–towards You.
The City skyline falls,
Someone is playing the oud near.
The cafes fill with light and music
…and fragrant coils,
become an oil painting.
Although I sit here
Among damask pillows
Waiting for your rising
Love,
You are Always.
miti
san diego|nov.20,2007
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